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Banana Betrayal

Dear Bananas of the world,

You always had my heart……I loved you like no other
I loved you more then any food, I loved you like a brother
I ate you when I was hungry. I ate you when I was sad
I ate you when my hair looked ugly and I got really mad
I ate you in the bunches, 5…..10……15 in one sitting
While others thought us weird, for us it was befitting
I loved the way your name attached to the end of mine
And together you and I made this fruity little rhyme
I loved everything about you…..that is until this year
When you stopped up all my insides, and took away my cheer
You made it so my bowels froze. Why would you do that?
It made me want to go outside, and make your flesh go splat
So now I never eat you……….never ever ever
And though I’m happy inside, my life’s a little dimmer

Sincerely
Anna-no-Banana

and though I have light
i can’t see the day
i’ve tasted the beauty
i feast on decay
i try to be good
i feel guilt when I’m not
but without conviction
i feel my soul rot

Here’s how it happened; I was cranking out calculus problems in Walter Library at the U when I heard this riotous yelling along blaring music. I ignored it for a total of three minutes before my ADD got the better of me and before you can say, “all good liberals love a protest,” my books were in my bag and I was almost running across the mall toward the noise.
I ended in front of Smith Hall where a group of people were yelling into microphones and waving signs. Before I could see what they were angry about, this reporter came up to me asking what came to my mind when I heard the name Karl Rove.
“ummm, the Iraq War,” was all I could think to say. Then she asked me if I had any positive or negative feelings toward him. Besides calling the president, Father Obama, I don’t have many personal feelings toward politicians. So, I said I felt neutral about Karl, at which point the woman launched into her monologue about how Rove is Satan, and shouldn’t be at the U. That’s when I interrupted her and said, “Karl Rove is here?”

Woman, “yah, he’s in Smith.”

Me (excited), “Smith Hall? Right here? Where I have Organic Chemistry, is where
Karl Rove is right now?”

Woman (getting annoyed), “yah, but the point is that he shouldn’t be here becau-“

Me (getting tired of woman and excited about Karl), “That’s insane! Karl Rove is in Smith Hall!”

Woman (making a last ditch effort), “but he’s responsible for the war in Iraq!”

Me ,”But, right now he’s in Smith Hall! I need to go see him!

And, I’m off; walking through the protestors and into the police guarded building.
Karl was in a lecture hall answering questions for students for Conservative Week. My excitement to see Karl Rove was not because I agree with him politically. It was more because I find politics fascinating and wanted to see him answer some tough questions. He was responsible for the deaths of millions of people, and he should have to answer that, right?
However, once inside the auditorium, I was unexpectedly in awe of this witty and well spoken man. He had my heart at “America was founded on the principles of freedom and small government where we can have choices with how we spend our money instead of other people telling us.”
It didn’t even matter that I disagreed with almost everything he said, such as, “Hiroshima was a necessary evil.” Or, “Maybe if people just thought more carefully about the necessity of seeing a doctor and used their money wisely, we wouldn’t have a healthcare crisis.”
I was in love. The way his spun his tales of healthcare reform and lower taxes was beautiful. And when protestors had to be taken out forcefully by police while they yelled, “who’s the terrorist? Rove’s the terrorist!” he just laughed it off and thanked our forefathers for freedom so speech. Sigh.
I was so caught up in the whole event that I made the mistake of clapping after he said something particularly amazing. Up until that point I had been doing a good job of concealing my enthusiasm, so the cynical Rove hating students around me wouldn’t confuse me with one of the Conservatives. I rolled my eyes and acted bothered just like the rest of them, but inside I was secretly loving the entire encounter. Who was this nerdy man who, for good or bad, had risen to become one of the most influential politicians of our time?

I said Let me walk in the field
God said Nay walk in the town
I said There are no flowers there
He said No flowers but a crown… See More

I said But the sky is black
There is nothing but noise and din
But He wept as He sent me back
There is more He said There is sin

I said But the air is thick
And fogs are veiling the sun
He answered Yet souls are sick
And souls in the dark undone

I said I shall miss the light
And friends will miss me they say
He answered me Choose tonight
If I am to miss you or they

I pleaded for time to be given
He said Is it hard to decide?
It will not seem hard in heaven
To have followed the steps of your Guide

I cast one look at the fields
Then set my face to the town
He said My child do you yield?
Will you leave the flowers for the crown?

Then into His hand went mine
And into my heart came He
And I walk in a light divine
The path I had feared to see

George McDonald

We is spy sisters

This poem is for my little sisters who make up stories about The Black Boots Sisters who solve mysteries :)

Spy villy lilly hoo
Taking gum along to chew
Winky walt-a walt-a woots
Don’t forget to wear black boots

Something is gone very wrong,
Rikky rocko jello song
We is here to make it right
Off we go into the night

Quietly like mice we prowl
Our eyes is wide, we hears a howl
A footprint clue is our first sight
The moon above will be our light

Rumble-dumble-doubleeee-dee!
A Crash, a bang, a flash we see
A broken light, a running fox
our feet is fast, off we trot!

We catch the fox, he is remorse
He wants a change, a different course
We take him home to be our friend
And let him learn to make amends

Spelunker sandy sunny oh seee
We just solved a mystery

Mun-Sprivle

Mun-sprivle mun-voo
Mun-douvle
Mun-douvle
I fly out a window
Mun-douvle mun-vee

The darkness
They catch me
They catch me
I’m falling
The darkness
They catch me
I cannot be free

Mold Me

Mold me
Shape me
Renew me
Create me
Only for you Jesus. Only for you

Mold me
Shape me
Renew me
Create me
Only for you
Only for you

Hey Mute Man

I saw you on the bus today
We talked with our hands
Other people laughed at you
But they don’t understand
That Jesus made you perfect
Exactly as you are
Missing teeth and dirty jeans
Without a voice or car

You don’t notice other’s stares
Or maybe you don’t care
That’s how I wish I lived my life
Of judgment unaware

You made me laugh many times
As we sat and “talked”
Thank you for the joy you have
And the joy you brought

Hey Creepy Man

You sat by me on the bus today
I really wish you hadn’t
Your awkward stares and buggy eyes
Made me almost vomit
You’re creepy creepy creepy creepy
Creepy creepy creepy
So just go home and never leave
At least don’t come near me
Or I’ll take this pen and stab your eyes
until you cannot see

The Sisters Elder

The sisters elder, that’s me, that’s you
First of the fountainhead, shaped our worldview
Through the straits we entered this realm
Of depravity and longing with you at the helm
You, the captain, and I your first mate
You led the voyage while I sailed in wait
Our lives diverged for seasons of time
Discord was walls for division to climb
But exploits broke and humbled my soul
Brought me back shattered, you helped consol
Now we’re together as we venture our quests
Meeting our history as if we were guests
As for the future, in this journey of ours
I haven’t the slightest, but you can count on cigars

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